It's not that I don't want you to touch me,
I just need some time to figure it out. Please.
You can wrap an arm around my waist
and draw my arched
body closer. Ignore my fists gripping
the PJs I've out-grown, hems flaring around
my legs, which, given how unsure of your
love I am, are splayed out like a crime scene outline.
Actually, no. I've changed my mind. Let me go.
I don't care if you send me back on
the plane like this, or if you dare pry what's
frozen in my palms, but I won't stay. Taking you
for granted will be easy once I'm gone, so so long.
I'll wait for you to text me never.
No, don't wait up. You won't mind
cause you won't be callin' me anyway. Why can't
you make this easier. Do I turn you
off. Am I so forgettable that you can't take control
of a phantom body. That’s it. You're too busy for me,
Aren't you. Aren't you. Fuck you,
then. Just leave me.